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Ji Qingzhuo's voice had a trembling that was suppressed by herself, which made her soft voice hoarse, and she felt that her eyes hurt so much, as if something had cracked from the inside, and blood was pouring out. The gurgling fell, covering her face.

She was reluctant to show her hurt side because it would cause trouble, so she said she wanted to take a break.

Shen Rongyu didn't know how to treat spells, so she could only stretch out her hand and wipe Ji Qingzhuo's cheeks constantly, the dark red blood stained his pure white sleeves.

Ji Qingzhuo lightly clenched into a fist and put it on Shen Rongyu's shoulder. She wanted to grab something and hold it tightly to relieve the pain in her eyes, but she didn't dare to hug Shen Rongyu.

Shen Rongyu lowered her eyes, he saw her trembling hands, he lowered his voice, gritted his teeth and said, "Hold me."

He was ordering her, and Ji Qingzhuo was obedient, her fingers softened and placed on his shoulders, gently pressing them.

Shen Rongyu hugged her, his arm muscles were tensed, he wanted to use some strength to lock her tightly in his arms, afraid of hurting her.

Killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he didn't make a move - he knew that he didn't have the ability to heal Ji Qingzhuo well. If he made a move against the Zhengdao Meng family now, it would mean that he would become an enemy all over the world, but then, who else would it be? Are you willing to heal Ji Qingzhuo's eyes?

She was always so easily injured, and he was unexpectedly calm at this time, the calm after the madness and anger were suppressed to the extreme.

Shen Rongyu still didn't stay here for a long time. He hugged Ji Qingzhuo and left the palace directly. There are many medical practitioners in Xueliang Region, so he will take Ji Qingzhuo there.

Even for a cultivator, it is difficult to recover from an injury to such an important part as the eye. This kind of injury requires professional medical repair.

And what can Shen Rongyu do? He can't do anything. Since he abandoned his identity as a skin, he has lived for killing.

How could he...protect someone.

Shen Rongyu hugged Ji Qingzhuo and flew out of Xuedu with the Snow Buried Sword under his feet. His trembling hand covered her cheek, the blood from her eyes had dried up, and her eyelashes were drooping and not opened.

Ji Qingzhuo's breathing became very light, and her consciousness still remained, but the pain was still in the bottom of her eyes. .

She retracted the hand on Shen Rongyu's shoulder, put it to her mouth, and bit the back of her hand to ease her concentration.

Shen Rongyu pulled her hand away, and there were deep tooth marks on the back of her hand.

"If it hurts, just bite me." With all his strength, he hugged Ji Qingzhuo a little higher, Ji Qingzhuo's chin rested on his shoulder, and when she lowered her head, she bit his shoulder with little strength. .

Ji Qingzhuo's pain eased a little, and the original pain turned into a sour feeling rising from her nose, but there were no tears falling from her eyes, only her eyes were burning.

She whispered to Shen Rongyu, "I'm sorry."

Shen Rongyu's body suddenly froze. At this time, she was still saying sorry, who was she sorry for?

Candle Moth deceived her, Meng Yaolan pushed Liang Xing to a corner, what did she do wrong? She just didn't save the people she wanted to save.

His arms bound her waist tightly, Ji Qingzhuo muttered, feeling that she was about to breathe, she was like a drowning fish.

Before the candle moth turned to ashes, the words she said to her flashed back in her mind, and the old books and periodicals in her room, as well as other spotless furnishings, replayed in her mind repeatedly.

Ji Qingzhuo thought, what exactly was the memory she lost?

Did she ever promise to go to the sea with someone? She hadn't seen it herself.

Ji Qingzhuo felt wetness filling her eyes again. On Shen Rongyu's invisible shoulders, she lowered her head, and drops of blood fell again.

Shen Rongyu didn't want to confront the Meng family again - to tear his face, but also after Ji Qingzhuo's injury was healed.

But one person was waiting outside Xuedu City.

It was Meng Lian. His arm was wounded by the shadow and could not be healed. Now his arm was only bandaged, and there was a lingering sickness on his face, but he still assumed a posture of fighting.

"Fellow Daoist Shen." From the outside, Meng Lian looked like a respected old man, and when he spoke in a calm voice, he looked extremely dignified.

Shen Rongyu hugged Ji Qingzhuo, ignored Menglian, and flew out, but was stopped by the powerful aura of the monk in the tribulation period.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, you can leave, but the girl you are holding must stay." Meng Lian stared at Shen Rongyu with a firm gaze.

Shen Rongyu has run out of patience, it is now outside Xuedu City - no one believes that they will have the ability to kill Meng Lian, he wants to kill Meng Lian.

He shot, and the red blood spring surged up from the ground like a splash of spring water. This scene made Meng Lian even more determined that Ji Qingzhuo was a waste—he thought it was Ji Qingzhuo who shot.

This red blood spring is exactly the same as the scene shown when the Desolation Rider made the Blood Moruo umbrella to take the life of an innocent monk.

But unfortunately, the desolate power that escaped the suppression was still too weak, Meng Lian also took action and fought with Shen Rongyu who was holding Ji Qingzhuo.

He thought that Ji Qingzhuo was in command of Shen Rongyu, but he only sighed that an excellent cultivator like Shen Rongyu was also bewitched by the desolation.

"Shen Xiu, do you know who you are holding?" Meng Lian said loudly to Shen Rongyu - he couldn't resist, these red blood springs seemed to be burning with vitality, and every attack was insane.

He was already injured, but he could only retreat under the constant attacks of the red blood spring.

Shen Rongyu thought, of course he knew who he was holding, Ji Qingzhuo, a piece of... fragile wood.

He pursed his lips, constantly overdrawn his strength, and continued to attack Menglian.

"She is Desolate." Meng Lian hit a red blood spring in his chest and flew backwards, spitting out blood.

Shen Rongyu was reluctant to answer Meng Lian, because no one knew who the wasteland was better than him.

But Ji Qingzhuo buried her head, and her very soft voice came: "Xiaoyu, am I?"

Ji Qingzhuo can't remember what happened to her before, she thought, what if she really is, it seems that someone really thinks so, and deliberately wants to take her life.

Some things seem to be wrong if they exist, like demons, since the moment they were born, they have fallen into the abyss of eternal death.

Shen Rongyu gritted her teeth, and every word, blood almost came out from the end of her teeth.

He said, "You are not."

Shen Rongyu took a very heavy step forward, and the pure white clothes on her body climbed up to the red blood spring, as if the burning flames were full of them.

The black line that stretched from the back of his head to his entire body cracked open, and the originally peerless beauty's skin burst open, and the skin sacs curled up into a ball and tucked under the bones.

A white skeleton painted on a bloody Moruo umbrella came out in the spreading blood sea. This scene was extremely strange. The tall white skeleton was hugging a girl. Bloodstained, but she was blind and couldn't see anything.

Meng Lian was stunned when he saw this scene, and could hardly think, because...because he believed in Meng Yaolan's words, and from the current situation, it was Shen Rongyu who was more evil.

After Shen Rongyu returned to his original form, his attack became even more frantic. Indeed, his strength was almost exhausted. Meng Lian, who was in the tribulation period, was a formidable opponent.

He exerted all his strength, the bone claws penetrated Meng Lian's heart, the blood spurted like a spring, and merged with the blood spring under his feet, Meng Lian fell to the ground, and Shen Rongyu himself was almost unsteady. She was shaky, but he still held her.

The moment the flesh and blood on his body disappeared, Ji Qingzhuo's hand resting on his shoulder had no support, and her fingers fell softly, trying to grab him.

But Shen Rongyu's trembling voice came: "Don't move."

Ji Qingzhuo's hand froze, and her hand circled back, only around his neck, without touching him.

But she is not a fool. After losing her vision, her hearing is extremely sharp. The "crunching" sound of Shen Rongyu's bones colliding was extremely harsh. How could she pretend that she couldn't hear.

Ji Qingzhuo's breathing was short, her heart was restless, she didn't understand why it became like this.

Listening to the sound of Shen Rongyu dragging her steps forward a little, her fingers suddenly tightened, and she still... wanted to hug him.

However, her clenched fingers seemed to touch something.

She used her own blood to spend a short-lived flower on the umbrella at first, but this mark fell on Shen Rongyu's body and became a red short-lived mark.

Logically speaking, the red tan was only drawn on the surface of his skin, but when Shen Rongyu's skin was peeled off, the red tan seemed to have taken root and hadn't disappeared.

At this time, Ji Qingzhuo couldn't see it, but on top of Shen Rongyu's jagged white bones, there was indeed a real and delicate fairy tree.

The ultimate evil and the ultimate purity merged here, and the slender petals of Xiantan trembled, and Ji Qingzhuo touched it.

"Xiaoyu, it's a flower." Ji Qingzhuo groped and carefully closed the fairy tree with both hands.

Xiaoyu has turned into a bone and has such lovely flowers on her body, Ji Qingzhuo thought.

Shen Rongyu fought against Meng Lian just now. His strength was exhausted and he was injured, but... outside the Snow Capital City, there was still a demon.

He turned into bones, and the aura belonging to the Xue Moruo umbrella had already attracted the shadows. When he arrived here, he saw Shen Rongyu, who had turned into bones, holding Ji Qingzhuo and walking out step by step.

Ji Qingzhuo was lying on Shen Rongyu's body, so he could only see Ji Qingzhuo's slender back.

Hei Ying felt that Ji Qingzhuo's back was very familiar, but he wanted to get the Xue Moruo umbrella...

The demon's desires are endless, so he shot, and the black air shrouded him.

Ji Qingzhuo had already heard his voice, her hand trembling around Shen Rongyu's back Xian Tan, as if there was a qi stagnant in her chest, she could never express it.

Why, the Meng family wanted to stop them, and the demons wanted to take their lives.

She... didn't want Shen Rongyu to be hurt again.

Ji Qingzhuo fumbled and took out his umbrella from his small purse when the black shadow was chasing after him.

The mirror array unfolds, and the umbrella absorbs Shen Rongyu's almost dry energy, and cooperates with Ji Qingzhuo's actions.

This remaining power may seem barren, but Ji Qingzhuo is someone who can maximize computing.

She hugged Shen Rongyu's white head with one hand and whispered to him, "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid."

As soon as the words fell, the mirror array reflected all the twilight light, and shrouded the shadow without hesitation. The attack of the shadow was blocked by the mirror, but there were also cracks on the mirror that couldn't bear the heavy damage.

This is the first time Ji Qingzhuo has been merciless. Under her delicate control, the mirror array is constantly compressing the living space of the shadow.